Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Fu Zhiyan pursed his thin lips into a straight line, of course he knew that the hooligan ignored Huang Weide. He just saw Huang Weide, a well-known old pervert, pestering her, and he didn't know why he couldn't control his emotions.

   He didn't know how to describe that feeling. Not only was the sourness and stuffiness in his chest so intense, but he was also unspeakably irritable.

   He stared at the pink skirt of the little woman in front of him, Little Fairy Faner for a while, then tightened his jaw and said, "In the future, except at home, you are not allowed to wear this skirt again!"

"what?"

   "Don't wear pink clothes." Fu Zhiyan frowned and added a knot.

  “…”

   It was clearly under mandatory control, but Han Xiaoye's mouth couldn't help but grin up, almost to the back of his ears. The pretty little face is bright and bright, even brighter than the sunflower. She stood on tiptoe, whether others could see it or not, and kissed the man's chin. Smiling, "Okay, Mr. Butler."

   "...Housekeeper?" What the **** is this called?

  Fu Zhiyan has heard many people call him President Fu and Professor Fu, but he has never heard of such a strange name.

"You are the housekeeper, and the one who manages the east and the west is called the housekeeper." She disgusted her mouth, but in her heart it was like eating honey. The sweetness overflowed with sweetness, and her **** and white eyes blinked. , Sugar-coated cannonball added, "But I am willing to be in charge of my housekeeper."

   After she finished speaking, she gave her a wink.

  Fu Zhiyan looked at her condescendingly for a few seconds, and in her expectant eyes, her thin lips touched up and down, "Let's watch some brain-dead idol dramas with Mu Ye in the future."

  “!!!”

   "It's too obvious." Another shot!

  Han Xiaoye was stabbed twice by him in a row, especially the knife at the back was so obvious that the face that stabbed her turned green. She learned from the soft girls on the Internet to be coquettish and cute, and he actually directly commented on her work! is to do! How can there be such a husband! It just doesn't give any face at all! No, it's not that I don't give face, Fu Zhiyan didn't even give her a little bit of it!

do!

When Han Xiaoye thought of this word, his heart sank, and he pressed his little heart several times, and became angry, "Where did I do it? Have you seen Zuo? Zuo is the kind of me It's not me, it's others. It's not fear, it's people who are afraid. Did I wink at you and give you a nickname? If you can't accept it, you can't accept it. What do you mean by being too obvious. It's clearly your own feudalism! Old school!"

   When she mentioned this, she felt aggrieved. "Besides, you teased me first, so I'll just respond to you. It's up to you to do it."

  He first admitted that he was jealous, and asked her what to do, not flirting?

   She is at best the normal reaction of the person being teased.

   Yes, she firmly refused to admit it, and she was swayed by the provocation.

   "You did it."

  Fortunately they were not in the hall, in the corridor to the bathroom. The charity dinner is about to start, and there is no one here. Otherwise, the little hooligans are kissing and excited, and I don't know what happened to them. Fu Zhiyan was disturbed by her, and the jealous feeling in his heart just now disappeared. He took her hand naturally, hooked her hand on his arm, and calmly changed the topic, "Let's go, the party is about to start."

   "Little uncle, you haven't told me yet, how do you know I'm here." Han Xiaoye followed him and held his hand cooperatively. Because she was wearing high heels with straps, although the heels were not high, she was not used to walking. So she simply put all her weight on him, and anyone who paid attention could see that she was almost hanging on Fu Zhiyan's body.

  Fu Zhiyan bears the weight of her equivalent to two people, but his face remains unchanged, and his graceful demeanor attracts the attention of many women. But he didn't even look at it, and returned to the koala hanging on his body, "The place is so big, you are not by my side, where else can you go other than the toilet?"

  "..." There are so many places she can go!

  What is it that you can only go to the toilet when you are not by his side!

   said that without him, he was like a muddy mud that couldn't support the wall.

   is wrong.

  Where there is mud in the toilet, the toilet only has...shibaba.

  Han Xiaoye pouted quietly, but they had re-entered the venue, and she didn't pester him anymore. He straightened his back consciously, holding the elegant posture that a qualified female companion should have. With a smile on his face, he held the man's hand, and stopped hanging from him while walking, and followed Fu Zhiyan's side to accompany him to socialize with others.

  Fu Zhiyan is naturally a luminous body. From the moment he appeared at the charity dinner, many girls stared at him. Now Han Xiaoye is holding his hand and following him, and even the man's eyes are attracted.

   The pink skirt that Han Xiaoye wore today is so fitting. It not only matches the skin tone well, but also cleverly covers the slightly bulging belly, and outlines a pair of long legs by the way. Stand out in a crowd of evening gowns that cover your legs. Her legs are long and straight, her calf is strong and slender. The key is that her legs are long and straight, and she is white. With just such a pair of long, straight and white legs standing there, it was difficult to make the men around him not pay attention.

  Mo Xiaxia is also here today. She was invited as an elite returnee. She saw Han Xiaoye and Fu Zhiyan in the crowd at a glance, and just as she was about to pass by, she heard some women around her gather to speak ill of Han Xiaoye.

   "Chichi, the skirt is so short, I'm afraid others won't be able to see her panties."

   "That's right. I just looked at President Fu curiously, and she glared at me, very funny. I heard that she is President Fu's secretary, just a little secret. I really think of myself as President Fu's girlfriend."

   "Hehe, people may be proud of themselves now. Maybe they not only regard themselves as President Fu's girlfriend, but also regard themselves as the future hostess of the YG Group."

"Cut! Dream about it. How could the hostess of YG Group let her be a female secretary. I heard that Mr. Fu and the director Mo of the Propaganda Department have an extraordinary relationship. Some time ago, people often saw them going out and having fun together. Today, I don't know why, but instead of bringing Mo Bureau, President Fu brought out the female secretary."

   "Hehe, speaking of this Mo Ju, I've heard a lot of gossip about her recently."

   A few people gathered around and asked, "What gossip, tell me quickly, don't give a shit."

   "I also heard what others said. I don't know if it's true."

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